"But the D-D-Duggars! And I c-c-can’t stop crying!"
Monday, February 1, 2010
22 weeks, 1 day preggo
So of course I watched the 19 Kids and Counting: Special Duggar Delivery last night. Sure, the whole rest of the world was watching the Grammy Awards. But I’m pregnant, and I have a sick fascination with the Duggars — there was no question about it.
To make a long story short, I should have watched the Grammys.
Watching the Grammys would not have resulted in the following hysterical phone call to Darling Husband a minute after the show ended:
DARLING HUSBAND: Hello?
ME (sobbing uncontrollably)
DARLING HUSBAND: Hello? What’s wrong?
ME: The D-D-Duggar baby! And I j-j-just don’t … *SOB*
DARLING HUSBAND: What? Babe, I can’t understand you.
ME: It’s so s-s-s-small! And our b-b-b-baby!
DARLING HUSBAND: What? What about the baby? Are you OK?
ME: I don’t w-w-w-ant our baby to c-c-c-come early! Like the D-D-Duggar baby!
DARLING HUSBAND: Oh … I wish you hadn’t watched that special.
ME: It’s … *SOB* … just too … *SOB* … small!